Pianist (Hetalia, PruHun)

Pianist

AN: Taken and edited it a little bit from my Fanfiction.net acc, Elizabeth Diana.
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It starts with one note, accompanied by another, and another.

The keys pressed under one hand make such beautiful harmonies, creating such beautiful music.

Take it like this, Elizaveta and Gilbert are inseperable people. They've known each other since the beginning of time.

Since the light had shown on the pianist.

They had been played under one hand with different notes, yet the same song.

Then comes the other hand, Roderich. Taking away Elizaveta's part from the other hand.

Making Gilbert just another memory.

Here comes the chorus, where most feelings are poured out and such.

That's the very start of Elizaveta and Roderich's marriage, bound by what they think is love and the rules of the Austro-Hungarian union.

But let us not forget the other hand, which has played rather loudly this time, Gilbert plays as a backrground with a tone of jealousy.

Then after that, everything rests for a while.

Another deep breath.

The notes start slow, Gilbert opens his mouth and the notes of love come out. He finally said he loved her, and in front of her too.

The other hand, Elizaveta yet plays a deep tone, one of guilt and regret.

"I can- I don't love you." Was her reply.

There. There she had lied in front of the man who she loved the most out of anyone. There she had realized how much she had hurt him with Roderich.

The pianist's song fades, and soon then, his hands lightly rest on the keys he had been playing on. His head down, giving a disappointed sigh.

He had made a mistake.

It was never meant to be played that way.

There was never supposed to be a tone of deep regret.

But as he looks at the audience's smiling faces and clapping hands,

He knows it's too late.

Fin.